What can I say? You're my favourite sin.
Date/Time: Saturday 28th of April, 10pm
Location: Evie's office
Open To: Evie, Delame.
Currently Involving: Evie, Delame
Warnings: None yet.
Okay, so Michel was pissed. He had got past the point of realising exactly how drunk he really was. The rum quickly put an end to that thought pattern. He couldn't really remember why he'd gotten drunk or how much he'd drunk, and he liked it that way. Right now, there was no such thing as letters from his dad which always, always reminded him of the life he was trying to leave behind, even if he did love his dad, he hated remembering how much it all hurt. He loved it. He wouldn't have it any other way. His main concern right now was none of that, just where he was getting another bottle of wine from. Or what he was going to do with his drunken, far too lonely self.
He only needed to ponder this for a second, before jumping up in a flash of drunken logic, grabbing a small bottle of vodka, which no students would spot at least and headed off down the corridor. He'd go find someone to talk to. Someone fun, someone he could have a laugh with. Someone like Evie. In his alcohol impaired memory, he'd forgotten how she'd probably kill him for coming down there pissed, but remembered how she did want him to be honest with her. Not that he had anything really striking to say. Or did he? No time like the present, he supposed, bumbling through the corridor, careful not to lean on the wall too much, lest he looked really hammered. He finally arrived at her office and leant against the door for a second, summoning the alcohol supplied confidence and shoving it open. "Hey, Evie.." Now he was safely inside, he pulled the bottle out his pocket and took a swig as he drunkenly looked around for her.
Location: Evie's office
Open To: Evie, Delame.
Currently Involving: Evie, Delame
Warnings: None yet.
Okay, so Michel was pissed. He had got past the point of realising exactly how drunk he really was. The rum quickly put an end to that thought pattern. He couldn't really remember why he'd gotten drunk or how much he'd drunk, and he liked it that way. Right now, there was no such thing as letters from his dad which always, always reminded him of the life he was trying to leave behind, even if he did love his dad, he hated remembering how much it all hurt. He loved it. He wouldn't have it any other way. His main concern right now was none of that, just where he was getting another bottle of wine from. Or what he was going to do with his drunken, far too lonely self.
He only needed to ponder this for a second, before jumping up in a flash of drunken logic, grabbing a small bottle of vodka, which no students would spot at least and headed off down the corridor. He'd go find someone to talk to. Someone fun, someone he could have a laugh with. Someone like Evie. In his alcohol impaired memory, he'd forgotten how she'd probably kill him for coming down there pissed, but remembered how she did want him to be honest with her. Not that he had anything really striking to say. Or did he? No time like the present, he supposed, bumbling through the corridor, careful not to lean on the wall too much, lest he looked really hammered. He finally arrived at her office and leant against the door for a second, summoning the alcohol supplied confidence and shoving it open. "Hey, Evie.." Now he was safely inside, he pulled the bottle out his pocket and took a swig as he drunkenly looked around for her.